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Iqbal Adnan

Senior Nuclear Physicist, Directorate of Science and Technology, Iqbal Adnan is a member of terrorist organization Hataf.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ylanne

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Photo Credit: Hazza Bani Malek, an Emirati student intern with NASA/Ames in 2010. Photo by NASA photographer Eric James. All rights reserved.

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The soldier leaned forward and deftly clipped the button from Darren's sleeve. "Mitafathaar," he said, holding it to one of his companions, who began to disarm the device. "Darren Morgath, we know who you are," he glared. "Lying will only hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you? Is that what you want?" The man withdrew a long, sharp blade, holding it within inches of Darren's face so that his reflection gleamed in the metal.

"Koss umak," Adnan muttered the filthy swear under his breath. How the hell did they get his name? What did -- oh god. He paled, remembering what he had brought with him. He cursed himself for thinking working in the car was a good idea. Clearly it was one of the worst ideas he had ever had. "I'm not talking," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not saying a damn word more." Already, however, the futility of his statement began to sink into the young scientist's mind.

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"Why were you at that apartment? Don't make me ask again." The soldier repeated this question in a more forceful tone, one that suggested he would absolutely not take another deceptive answer. The truck roared onward, disappearing into the maze of side streets with wild swerves to the left and right. The driver didn't seem to know when to stop or slow, but none of the soldiers appeared rattled. This, it would seem, was somehow normal.

Adnan started too late, noticed it too late. His eyes widened. He wasn't finished with the level in his game. He hadn't finished diagramming the bridge. He hadn't finished his cigarette. His fingers twitched. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, lying several feet away where it smoldered on the ground. He felt the syringe in his neck. Everything became fuzzy. He had the distinct sensation of falling. And then all went black. Falling down the rabbit hole...

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The soldier sliced at Darren's face with the intent to draw little blood, but cause much pain and shock. "The truth," he insisted, without a hint of mercy. The truck shuddered to a stop. The engine idled a moment before the driver cut it. The back doors opened, revealing two more men to greet the six inside.

"Ma heyda?" one asked, jabbing a finger at Darren.

"Morgath. Darren Morgath, DC," the interrogator responded, hauling Darren out of the back of the truck and into a large, abandoned warehouse. A few lights hung two stories above from the exposed metal rafters, with a few wooden crates seeping dark oily substances onto the concrete floor. There wasn't much inside. "He'll talk," the man said, with a knowing look. "He'll talk."

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"Prep him," the interrogator said. "We don't have long; he has a tracking device and we can't disable it." One of the other men hurried forward with a syringe and attempted to inject Darren with enough CCs of sodiul pentothal, a barbituate known for easing inhibitions against divulging information. "So you think you're a comedian, do you?" The interrogator watched Darren for a long time, while he was restrained to a chair another soldier brought from a back room.

The entire time, he turned the knife over in both hands, letting the little bit of blood on Darren's face slowly slide down his cheek. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the edge of the blade. "I whet this blade on my favorite river-stone to keep it sharp. I've killed men with the same one. You've killed before, too, haven't you? I'm not going to kill you, Darren Morgath, but I will make you wish you were dead."

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"Laughable?" The interrogator leaned forward, slicing at Darren's face again, this time on the other side of the face. "Tell me what you were doing at the apartment," he said in a decidedly conversational tone. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT THE APARTMENT?" he screamed less than five centimeters from Darren's ear, all while circling the man. There was something hawkish in his eyes, in the quality of his voice, in the cold, cruel manner in which he spoke, without regard to feelings or even basic humanity.

The other soldiers lounged about, talking and laughing loudly in Arabic and French as they moved away from the main part of the warehouse toward its unoccupied offices. Two remained with the interrogator, keeping their weapons trained on Darren, as a precaution. Hataf trained its operatives well. It trained them for a variety of circumstances and it drilled into them the principle of preparedness. They would have to be prepared for anything. Even now, they were preparing to leave the warehouse as quickly as they had arrived, once the interrogator was finished.

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"How did you know about the weapons? Why did you go for the weapons? Why did you take the weapons?" The questions came rapidfire, though now the interrogator spoke calmly, as if he were merely a teacher drilling a student. The two soldiers exchanged glances. The interrogator came to a stop directly behind Darren. He leaned down so the man would feel his breath hot against his neck. "Tell me, Darren Morgath. Tell me about the weapons you took from the apartment."

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The interrogator nodded, clamping his hands down on Darren's shoulders as he straightened, looking down at the man. "What were you planning on doing with the weapons? What did you want to learn? Why did you want to take them?" He spoke softly, but his voice carried a commanding quality, as if its musical timbre itself compelled Darren to release the last of his inhibitions, to give way to the drug, to speak. The interrogator smiled. It was a ghostly smile.

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There was a groan from one of the guards, but the interrogator and his second guard were clearly dead, lying in pools of fresh, warm blood. The stains would take forever to clean. The man still alive twitched, started to say something, but then his head too went limp. The door to the office area was closed. Outside, there was a shout in French and the ignition of an engine. Inside, the ventilation system hummed overheard. There was scurrying of tiny feet between the walls. But not one of the three men in the room with Darren breathed.

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First it was a migraine. Adnan's head pounded. His thoughts swam lazily and slowly. He swore the headache was brought upon by his own freaking stupidity. Damn efficiency. His eyes struggled open and he found himself chained to a flat surface in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar man in military uniform standing over him. God. What had he gotten himself into? He blinked several times, his blurred vision resolving itself to focus.

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"I have a pretty good idea," he said, his voice cracking at first. Adnan's voice grew steady as he regained his composure. "Starting with the fact that you know my name." The young scientist noted the instruments and chemicals in the room. His heart began to beat faster. He could feel perspiration on his palms, on his face. Stay calm, he told himself. Stay calm. He could name each one of the drugs, explain how they worked on the sub-molecular level. He was a man of science and science was rational. There was no fear in reason.

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"I'm sorry?" Adnan squinted, as if somehow in pain. "But I can't do that? Now everything I know about Call of Duty, or World of Warcraft, or basic chemistry, that, that I can tell you. Then again, you'd probably be bored." He laughed nervously, his laugh quickly turning into a cough. Where was his handler, his control officer? Someone had to know he was here, had been kidnapped by the Democratic Coalition people. Oh god. He couldn't stay here. The rational part of him reassured Adnan that those instruments were just there to induce the psychological response of fear, but every other cell in his brain screamed danger. Another part of him knew beyond a doubt that the general wouldn't hesitate to use them. And Adnan was no soldier.

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"Oh my god," Adnan squeezed his eyes shut. "You're not going to -- you're -- but -- there are rules," he sputtered desperately, "aren't there? There are rules!" He began to tremble, his heart pounding ever faster, his migraine worsening. Red hot metal would sear flesh, burning deeply into it. It would leave a permanent scar. And the process itself would be excruciatingly painful. "My god!" Adnan nearly choked on his own breath, gasping with the sudden realization that this was very real and this man was about to hurt him in ways he had never even imagined. Now he began to regret declining to take part in extensive resistance training, but he struggled to remember what little he had been taught. "Oh god, god," he muttered.

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"There are always rules," Adnan protested. "You're a soldier; you have rules in war. I'm a scientist; we obey the laws of nature. You accuse me of slaughtering innocents, but Hataf murders no one who is innocent; we follow the rules given to us and kill those who are condemned. Oh god. You have to have rules. This can't be -- god, god." Adnan struggled against the energy chains. "Let me up," he said.

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"ALLAH!" Adnan screamed, his flesh hissing at the touch of the brand. "My god, my god." He choked back a sob. "I didn't do anything; why are you doing this to me? Oh god." His head pounded. His arm throbbed. "Please god, no." He shut his eyes and opened them again. He had to resist. He had to. Giving in would be admitting defeat. If he had any hope of escaping alive, it wouldn't be through cooperation. That, he knew all too well, would lead to a fate far worse than death.

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"La hawula wa la quwwata illa billah; la hawula wa la quwwata illa billah," Adnan repeated through gritted teeth. Pain shot up both his arms. His migraine worsened. Out of the corner of his eye, the young scientist saw the soldier enter, the one from earlier. God, he regretted talking to him. But he had to, right? Had to delay him? Sudden confusion overtook him. He had seen the ops team capture the soldier, yet here he was. Dread fell upon him. They were dead, he knew intuitively. Dead. "Oh god," he gasped.

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"Well, you're not going to get any answers from me," Adnan replied defiantly, although the searing pain of the brands was still very fresh in his memory. "I don't know who you are, and by god, I'm not telling you anything." He tried to sound strong, he really did. But his voice came out sounding almost pitiful, even to his own ears. "You weren't supposed to be in the ruins. You shouldn't have -- shouldn't have been there," he said, slowly shaking his head.

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Adnan paled visibly, his eyes watching the chemical slide into his veins. "It should begin to take effect almost immediately," he said, blinking a few times. "Sodium pentothal isn't the correct name for it, you know," he added, already finding it hard to resist the urge to talk. "Its proper name is sodium thiopental. It's a barbiturate general anaesthetic, often used during interrogations and executions, but also in psychiatry and anesthesia. We usually use it during interrogations, too," he said in a small voice, cursing himself as soon as the words left his mouth. His eyes were on the knife's blade.

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"I wasn't supposed be at the apartment either," Adnan confessed, the result of a futile fight with the drug. "I wanted to make sure Hannah was okay when I heard she'd been captured, but of course she wasn't; she wasn't there. Once I got there, I, I contacted the cell leader to let him know I was there. I wasn't supposed to be. I never go into the field. I do my work from home or the lab. I'm the only PhD in my Directorate. I head an entire section. But I can die like anyone else. Not that I want to die. I mean, I will, eventually. I know where I'm going. Do you?" He tried to turn the questions back on Darren, but Adnan had no experience resisting interrogation and he certainly hadn't tested sodium pentothal on himself. "You have cuts on your cheeks. Are you okay?"

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Adnan squeezed his eyes shut. "Yes," he said, the words tumbling from his lips. "I met her a few times when I presented before the Council at the Directorate's request." He flexed his fingers and pain shot up both his arms. "I don't like making presentations; I hate public speaking. And apparently, I talk too softly to be heard in front of a crowd. I presented at an international nuclear science conference once and I almost vomited." He shifted his focus away from thoughts he didn't want to think; it was the only way he could conceive of resisting the drug and his sudden urge to talk. "What happened to you?" he asked, honestly unsure of the cause of Darren's injuries.

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Adnan opened his eyes again, staring up at the ceiling. "Rabiya Dölet, that's her name," he said, "spelled with two dots over the i, which most people usually omit." His tongue played between his teeth. "That's not her real name though; it is the one she uses and it's on some of our press releases, but her real name is Robabeh. I guess she doesn't like her name. She was probably made fun of in school for that name. I was made fun of for my name. People called me icky-ball. That's why I don't go by my first name. Too many bad memories." Damn. He just couldn't stop talking.